Chapter 651 So Stupid
"Who is the person you like?"
Quentin replied, "That's not important."
"No." Caroline seemed infuriated and shouted, "No, it is important."
"Mrs. Taft has such high standards. If she weren't a socialite with a good family background, Mrs. Taft wouldn't agree to your marriage."
"As long as you two aren't married, I still have a chance."
Quentin laughed, a sound that blended wickedness with nonchalance.
"Whether I can marry her or not, I'm not letting her go, no matter what."
"Or do you want me to marry you but spend every night with her?"
"Caroline, is this the marriage you want?"
Caroline was trembling from the provocation of these words. She felt overwhelmed by the information overload of the day.
Moreover, Caroline hadn't eaten lunch or dinner.
Her body was extremely weak.
Suddenly, she fainted on the bed.
"Caroline." Quentin didn't expect her to faint, so he immediately walked up and called out to her.
But no matter how he called, there was no response.
Afraid something might happen to her, he could only lift the blanket, hold her, and walk out.
"Get the car ready, we're going to the hospital immediately."
"Yes, Mr. Taft."
Caroline was wearing a white silk dress, with wavy curls and a slender figure. Being held in Quentin's arms, she looked even more delicate and pitiful.
This scene was like a prince holding a princess.
Romantic and beautiful.
Yet, it was all unfolding under the watchful eyes of the media's cameras. One shot, two shots, three shots...
Each shot was perfectly timed.
After taking Caroline to the hospital, she woke up after receiving glucose, and Quentin was ready to leave.
"The doctor said it's hypoglycemia caused by not eating for too long. Take care of yourself and eat on time."
"I'm leaving now."
With that, he was already walking out.
This time, Caroline just watched his departing figure, silently shedding tears, without stopping him.
She had always been confident.
But if he had someone he liked, what should she do?
At that moment, her phone rang.
It was Ruby calling.
"Caroline, how are you feeling? Any better?"
"Mrs. Taft, I'm much better, thank you for your concern."
"By the way, did Quentin come over? It's all his fault. If he hadn't upset you, you wouldn't have gotten sick. Don't worry, I've scolded him harshly. Don't be mad."
"Mrs. Taft, I'm not mad. But I have a question for you."
Ruby suddenly had a bad feeling.
She gripped the phone tightly and forced herself to speak calmly, "What question?"
"Has Quentin always had someone he deeply loves?"
Ruby immediately denied it, replying nonchalantly, "What deeply loved person? Quentin is just playing around. Plus, Quentin's ex-girlfriend left suddenly, so Quentin is a bit unwilling to let go."
"One always wants what he can't have."
"Don't overthink it. He and his ex-girlfriend will never get married."
Caroline nodded, "Okay, thank you, Mrs. Taft."
In the evening, Grace was waiting for him.
He mentioned he would come back in the evening, and Grace believed him.
So she kept waiting for him.
But by ten o'clock, he hadn't come back.
Grace was extremely sleepy.
In a daze, half-asleep, she seemed to hear the sound of the door opening.
After a while, a warm, hot body pressed against her.
Quentin bit her tender earlobe, "Who said they would wait for me to come back? And ended up falling asleep alone?"
Feeling his warmth, Grace turned around in a daze.
Then she reached out and hugged him tightly, mumbling, "Why are you back so late?"
"I'm so sleepy, I've been waiting for you for so long."
Quentin kissed her forehead and, holding her, whispered contentedly, "Then sleep, good night."
At night, Grace was the first to fall asleep.
In the morning, she was the last to wake up.
"Grace, you've slept for ten hours."
Quentin expressed that he couldn't help but lower his head to prick her with his stubble.
The prickly, ticklish feeling worked quickly."No, stop, don't do that to me."
"Alright, move away, go away."
Grace groggily reached out to push him.
But the more she pushed, the closer Quentin got.
Finally, she opened her eyes and looked at Quentin with a coquettish glare. "Quentin, you're disturbing my sleep early in the morning."
"Then tell me, what dream did you have?"
Grace was slightly stunned.
She didn't know how to start.
Quentin lowered his head and kissed her pink lips. "What dream? Tell me, maybe I can make it come true."
"Do you really want to know?"
"Absolutely."
Grace gently lowered her eyelashes and spoke softly.
"I dreamed I was standing in a church, wearing a white wedding dress. The dress was so beautiful."
Quentin kissed her again and whispered, "It really is a beautiful dream."
"Are you hungry? Let's get up and have breakfast."
"Okay." Grace nodded.
Ten minutes later, Quentin had already tied his tie and dressed up to go downstairs.
Grace was washing up.
She felt a bit disappointed in her heart.
She had hoped he would at least ask who the groom was, but he didn't ask anything at all.
Not a word about marriage crossed his lips, leaving her longing for a conversation that never came.
She was no longer the naive girl who insisted on a promise.
But if there wasn't even a promise, it could only mean he wasn't planning to include her future in his. She didn't dare to let herself think further.
When she went downstairs, her phone suddenly dinged.
Thinking it was some usual Instagram notifications, Grace opened her phone to check.
However, with just one glance, Grace was stunned. She held her phone, nearly unable to believe her eyes.
The screen was filled with various headlines.
＃Mr. Taft takes his fiancée to the hospital late at night.
＃Mr. Taft holds his fiancée, the two are sweet and loving.
＃Mr. Taft and his fiancée show off their love.
Grace didn't know how to react.
She only knew that her heart felt blocked and extremely uncomfortable.
It was like someone was hammering her chest.
So, yesterday, when he said he had something to do, he was going out to meet Caroline.
So, the so-called lack of response wasn't because he didn't understand, but because he had never considered it at all.
He was going to marry Caroline.
How could it be, Grace?
Probably, it would never be Grace!
In the end, she realized how foolish she had been. It was pathetic—going in circles, a punchline to her joke. So, how did he manage to sweet-talk her and then effortlessly charm his fiancée? So, all those heartfelt confessions were just to make her obediently be his mistress.
'Grace, you were delusional.'
'You really are so stupid!' Grace thought.
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